Not a Witch

[After all, is it irreversible? ]

Just when she was about to fall into despair, a butterfly flew out of her hair.

The faint blue wings are like a dream, flying gracefully.

She became a butterfly, and it was as if the butterfly had become her.

In this way, the butterfly fluttered its wings again, leaped lightly, and traversed rapidly in the long river of fate. The seemingly fragile wings were stronger and stronger than anything.

Even the washing of time, even the impact of the stars, cannot damage it in the slightest.

Butterflies are getting faster and faster, and there is no upper limit.

In the end, she turned into light, reflecting the entire river of destiny.

Finally, a track leading to a miracle was singled out.

The blue butterfly turned into a silver-haired girl again, and she carefully picked up the broken star line.

Threads and strands of golden light continued to gather from the void, intertwined with each other to form silk threads, and then continued to grow and extend.

This tiny star will lead to a brand new world along this trajectory.

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In the land of the west wind, the wind suffocates the wilderness.

The shocking starlight falls from the sky like a waterfall, like an aurora.

Pullman was running in the cold wind, and his blood-stained armor was extremely cold, but the [Amber Fruit] in his belly released surging heat and magic, and along with his breathing, he spit out bursts of white mist.

His consciousness has never been as clear as it is now, and the transcendent core that had been stagnant began to loosen.

Pullman's talent is not high, and it can even be said to be ordinary. If Roland Hill hadn't given him the extraordinary fruit to improve his physique, he would even have a problem with condensing the extraordinary core.

After taking the extraordinary fruit many times, coupled with the tempering of life and death for so many years, he was able to enter Sequence 5. Among several companions, his aptitude can be said to be the worst.

Fortunately, his excellent sword skills and diligent training finally made up for some deficiencies, but he had reached the limit, and his path to the extraordinary sequence had long since stopped.

Like a boulder door, heavy and tightly closed, with no future in sight.

But now while running, he sensed the long-lost dawn, and the rigid and solidified core began to move according to a certain rhythm, like the heart of a giant dragon, beating slowly, but it was so powerful.

Knowledge and difficulties that were incomprehensible in the past are now clear.

The transcendent core of consciousness is a black gem with complicated patterns.

The light in it was like breathing, bright and dark, and dark golden lines began to be engraved on the gemstone and spread.

Not only Pullman, but also the other soldiers of the rebel army in the wilderness. Those who had condensed extraordinary cores before began to upgrade, and those who did not condense cores also began to condense their own cores in their bodies.

The endless mana who carries the starlight in the sky, the magic power that was difficult to sense in the past, is so clear at this moment, even if some of them do not understand, and some are not qualified enough, it does not matter.

The starlight all over is like invisible threads, pulling Mana and magic power, carefully avoiding obstacles and blockages, and constantly delineating the core of the sequence.

Just like pouring ink on the canvas, it happens to form a peerless masterpiece.

You can say that the probability of such a thing is extremely low, but you cannot deny its possibility.

Rolling the dice 100 times, each time is a 1, the probability is one in a billion.

And the miracle is to pick this result out of the billions and make it the only one destined to be.

Pullman walked faster and faster. In the wilderness under the starry sky, the air seemed to become extraordinarily fresh, and the movements of the enemy could be seen in the slightest. At this time, in the sea of ​​his consciousness, the obsidian-like extraordinary core, like a blooming lotus, black On the petals, there are pale golden veins, in which the brilliance flows.

And he has finally advanced to the Sequence of War 7o assaulting the lord, which is also the pinnacle of the information given by the girl back then.

Before the pitch-black pupils, it was still the blazing thunder light, carrying the momentum of a mountain and a tsunami, attacking head-on.

The big sword in hand was made of black steel. It was extremely thick. It flew up like a light swallow, and then fell down. Like a slaughtering ox, it slashed down and cut a lightning knight in half, and the hot blood splashed and sprayed.

The world in Pullman's eyes has never been so clear. The wind and grass around him are moving, and the enemy's movements seem to be slowed down by 10 times. The flaws that were difficult to detect in the past are so conspicuous and clear that they can be split by taking advantage of the situation, as light as drinking water.

After a sword, the Lightning Knights suffered casualties for the first time, and this was just the beginning.

Their fronts rushed to the gathered phalanx again, and the thunder light galloped across the ground.

In the uprising army formation, a tight line of long spears was waiting, and the extraordinary magic power began to condense at the tip of the spear.

stab-

Cold iron slid across the armor, flesh, and bones, and pieces of flesh and heads rolled down with iron and steel, splashing blood and dust.

The phalanx, which was as crisp as thin paper before, now turns into a sharp and cold side knife, reaping the unruly lives one by one.

The earth under the starlight, the thunder gradually ceased.

Since then, the lightning knights, which are shining with lightning, have been removed from the mainland and become a real legend.

And on the melodious wilderness of bagpipes, from today onwards, a new myth will be preached.

A land of stars, Crancia.

This country, built according to the guidance of the sages, will eventually change the whole world.

Chapter 97 A Quiet Night

After leaving the star world, Roland Hill's figure appeared in the night sky again.

The sky far away from the world is very clear, the white moon can clearly see the huge crater above it, and under the moonlight, there is a vast sea of ​​clouds, the clouds are layered and flow slowly, just like a real ocean.

And there is nothing else between heaven and earth.

Individuals appear extremely tiny in this boundless landscape, so tiny that they cannot find their own existence in this sea of ​​moonlight and clouds.

Loren Hill let himself fall from the sky with the wind, like a light leaf.

There was a slight wind in the ear, and the air flowed across the body, bringing a gentle touch, like the softest mattress in the world.

She fell into the sea of ​​​​clouds from a high altitude, and the surface of her skin was covered with a layer of water mist, and then she emerged from the sea of ​​​​clouds and continued to fall.

The water mist was blown by the wind, bringing bursts of coolness, and below is the city with lights scattered around.

The night scene on the ground is upside down in the field of vision, as if it were in the sky, and the lights are getting brighter and brighter.

The distant sound of bells came from the harbor, the lighthouse stood quietly, and on the main road, pedestrians, carriages, and hawkers were still noisy.

Under the cover of the night, Roland Hill avoided everyone's sight, slowly fell into the quiet courtyard, and returned again.

Although it was autumn, the low-pitched chirping of insects could still be heard in the grass around, and the leaves of the pear trees in the courtyard had turned yellow, and scattered pieces began to fall.

Roland Hill walked into the lawn in the courtyard, the soil was a little soft, and occasionally he could smell the fragrance of weeds.

Although it was only a short afternoon and evening, she seemed to have experienced several years, so that this small courtyard looked a little strange.

"I really don't know, how did those witches spend such a long life, are they also tired?"

She put her hand on the tree trunk and muttered to herself.The bark was very rough, bumpy, and there were many peelings on the surface, and some sawdust fell on her hands.

From a distance, this pear tree is also very healthy, with luxuriant branches and leaves. It was not until I walked in and stroked the trunk that I realized that it was already scarred.

Maybe this is true.

The breeze blew away the debris from her palms, and she returned to the house.

call--

The weak flames ignited among the straws, and then spread, and the dead branches placed among the straws also emitted bursts of green smoke, and a smoky smell began to permeate the house.

shake--

With the slight sound, the dead branches were ignited by the flames, and the blue smoke disappeared, and the warm and orange flames illuminated the girl's eyes.

She sat by the fire, her white hands picked up a few thick logs and put them into it. The damp wood made a slight whistle sound, and tiny bubbles continued to emerge from the breaks in the wood, turning into white steam.

The first few dead branches turned into red charcoal, bright and dark in the night wind, like breathing, and then the edges became gray 'fluff', and finally slipped in the breeze and fell into the delicate grass ash among.

Looking at a few big woods slowly igniting, occasionally bursting out a few small sparks, making a crackling sound, the girl's mood also seems to be a lot warmer, life still has to continue, right?

She stood up, the skirt slid across the chair, approached the small cabinet next to her, squatted down on her calves, opened the cabinet door, and revealed the ingredients inside, including potatoes, corn, peanuts, and a large winter melon.

"Um......."

Looking at these chunky guys squatting in the corner, Roland Hill was thinking about what to eat tonight, but she actually wanted to eat meat.

I didn't prepare the meat, I sighed in my heart, took out two corns and put them aside, and then took out three potatoes.

Looking at the pile of raw peanuts, she didn't do anything, then put her slender hand on the winter melon, stroked it a little, and tapped again, it still felt very big.

Forget it, can't eat.

She closed the cabinet door, picked up the potatoes, walked to the stove, used a wooden stick to dig a small hole in the grass ash under the fire, put the potatoes in, and then covered the potatoes with grass ashes.

Then turn around and peel the corn.She tore open the green leaves wrapped on the surface and pulled out the long brown whiskers, which made her hands a little itchy.

In the end, only the inner 2 layers of leaves are left, and like the previous potatoes, buried under the burning fire, and then just wait slowly.

The warm flames kept sticking out from the fibers of the wood. The bottom was colorless and transparent, and the upper part was white, then light yellow, orange, and red, gradually reaching the tip of the flame, with strands of blue smoke.

The girl sat quietly beside the stove, the orange fire swayed slightly, coating her body with a layer of light gold, the shadow behind her was drawn long on the ground, and kept shaking, and the moonlight outside the window brought bursts of chills.

The girl stared at the bright yellow flame and became stunned. She didn't have any special memories or thoughts. Letting the scattered memories slowly rise and fall in her mind, a feeling of comfort and peace filled her heart.

It seems like a long time ago, as long as you sit by the fire in your hometown, a faint happiness will slowly rise in your heart.Maybe even hold a tabby cat in his arms, put a hot water bottle on the fire, and the sound of adults playing cards can be heard from the next room.

Just like that, the girl leaned on the back of the chair, watching the gradually blurred firelight, her eyes slowly closed, her body undulating slightly, and she entered a peaceful nap.

In the dream, it seems to have returned to a pure and happy childhood, running in the mountains with his feet scattered, chasing dragonflies, one, two, three... Then he picked up the dragonflies he caught with his fingers and carefully Observed.

Hold the cat high, imitating the action of the Lion King.

Afraid that it would struggle and scratch itself, she quickly put it down, took out the dragonfly prepared in advance, handed it to it, and attracted it to calm down the cat's nervous mind.

While it eats, stroke the smooth fur, keep soothing, then pick it up and do it again~

The fire was burning quietly, and before she knew it, she dreamed of many, many...

Snapped--

With the explosion of a small spark, Roland Hill opened his eyes, and his brain became much more awake and comfortable.

The fire in front of him has gradually dimmed, surrounded by a circle of burnt wood, the section near the center is a black carbon mark, and a few scattered flames are attached to the section, as if it will go out at any time.

The girl moved the wooden branches and gathered the burnt wood towards the center to make it burn again. Only then did she remember the corn and potatoes that were buried before.